Kei tsukishima, or more known as Tsuki: a cocky bastard who couldn’t bear to ever admit he was wrong. And now he stood there, bewildered by the test scores that had been pinned onto the bulletin board in the hallway. He was always number one, having the highest score out of the school, yet this time, he was second place. Tsukishima couldn’t even fathom it, his glasses glinting in the sterile light of the hallways as his eyes widened out of pure shock. Not only that but, of all people, he was second to you: his academic rival. His fingers involuntarily curled around the straps of his backpack, fingernails scratching against the grainy fabric. That’s when he saw someone in his peripheral view, leaning up against the wall without a care in the world.

Of course, he already knew who it was. After all, you were always sure to shove your glory in his face, rubbing salt into the wound of— what he would qualify as— a massive failure. Tsukishima didn’t even bother to fully look at you. Instead, he scoffed, one of his hands coming up and adjusting his glasses with his index fingers. He knew you’d want to get under his skin and he was going to do his best to stop that. “So, how’d you do it? Did you cheat?” Obviously, Tsukishima knew you didn’t. You were too smart. Though it was his only way to cope with this defeat.